"There's a school bus yard across town," said Henry. "They
must know who can fix a bus."
"What a wonderful idea!" said Wiggle. "I have really missed
the parking lot chatter of the bus yards. I would love to go and
see who fixes them."
"Do you get lonely without other busses to talk to?" asked Cricket,
who always felt bad that Wiggle was alone in the parking lot at night.
"Well," answered Wiggle, "the truth is that it's always nice to have
a friend who knows exactly what you are going through. I love you
all very much, but how could you know what it feels like when your carburetor
"What's a carburetor?" asked Scruffy.
"Never mind," said Patrick. "You wouldn't understand."
"You don't know what it means either," said Scruffy.
"Go look it up in the dictionary," frowned Patrick.
"PeeeeYew," laughed Molly.
"It's not my fault," said Patrick blushing. "It was the beans."
"Hi, I'm WiggleBus," she said to the others. "I was wondering
if anyone knows where I can get a new battery."
"Hey everyone," said the big yellow bus, "Short, Fat and Rusty here
wants to know where she can get a battery."
"Look sis," said the big bus, "why don't you check back next week.
"We don't need any short busses. Old Duct Tape here on the end is
going to get chopped up for parts. Maybe you can have his battery."
Calling a bus "Duct Tape" after a life time of service was so disrespectful.
The truth was, his School Bus name had been crossed out with duct tape.
A sure sign he was at the end.
"C'mon, Wiggle," said Henry, "let's get out here."